Chapter 325 Is the Leader of the Temple Society a Dragon?

Kassel Academy, Valhalla Conference Hall.

As a college with financial support from multiple levels of Tusla and Syndicate, Kassel's architecture highlights a luxurious and majestic appearance. Although it is built in the mountains, it covers an extremely wide area - just the cost of leveling the rugged mountainous land. It is enough to replicate all the buildings of a world-class university.

In mythology, the Hall of Valor is a palace built by Odin in order to face Ragnarok for the souls of heroes who died in battle to enjoy and prepare for war. Whenever a brave and fearless warrior dies in battle, the beautiful Valkyrie will Ride a Pegasus with snow-white wings through the clouds, come to the warrior's soul, kiss his forehead and cheek, and ride a Pegasus with him to Asgard and enter the depths of the woods called "Glasir" .

There is a huge and splendid palace with 540 gates, each of which can accommodate 800 majestic warriors entering and exiting side by side. The four walls of the palace are lined with extremely polished spears, and the top is It was paved with golden shields, so the light shone brightly, and the seats in the palace were all placed with exquisite armors, which were Odin's gifts to the heroic spirits at that time.

The heroic spirits who accepted the gift drank and fought in this palace all day long, until the moment Ragnarok fell, all five hundred and forty doors were clocked in. They wore the armor given by Odin, took spears from the walls, and lifted them from the roof. Taking away the shield, countless warriors rushed to the battlefield with an entire Hall of Valor.

This is a myth circulated among mixed races, which is closer to the real dragon history, and is therefore somewhat different from the version that is familiar to the public. For example, in popular mythology, although the Hall of Valor is lined with spears for the walls and shields for the roof, it does not have Mentioned that warriors would dismantle Valhalla to use as weapons during Ragnarok.

Some dragon historians believe that this myth that has been passed down for thousands of years is a metaphor for the fact that there really is a Hall of Valor among the dragons. It is a set of combined ultra-large-scale alchemical weapons with many parts. When a large number of users use it together, A vast alchemical matrix will be activated, but there are many opponents who believe that even the Dragon Clan cannot create an alchemical weapon of this scale. This myth should be a metaphor for some other thing or event.

Lu Mingfei believes that the Dragon Clan are all a group of lunatics with brain problems - wouldn't it be good to record one's history in detail and objectively? What’s the point of engaging in so many mythological metaphors? How about playing charades across the street?

However, no matter how grand the mythical Hall of Valor is, it has little to do with the Hall of Valor in Kassel. There are no heroic spirits drinking in this Hall of Valor, and there are no spears or golden shields. The most architectural component is marble, and it is only positioned as a conference. Just the lobby.

It's just that today's conference hall is particularly magnificent. At night, every window shines out with dazzling light, and the lawn outside is all visible. It doesn't look like a conference hall.

The red ribbon hangs down from the top of the lobby, showing a translucent and hazy texture under the bright crystal light. Below is a banquet table, or should I say, a banquet table more than ten meters long, filled with food and wine from all over the world. There is a wine fountain every few meters. A female waiter wearing a lace skirt and long gloves and a male waiter in a white formal suit are busy at the long table. Each one is a handsome man or a beautiful woman.

Rather than saying this is a conference hall, it is more like the scene of a very large dinner party.

Wearing a pure black evening gown, Lu Mingfei and Caesar stood in the corner and whispered.

"Corruption, corruption!" Lu Mingfei lamented, as if all his money was spent on decorating the venue. "Isn't it just to receive a meeting at the Solomon Temple? As for such a big battle?"

"Is it big?" Caesar asked with some confusion.

He was wearing a white evening gown, and if it weren't for his shawl hair that shone like gold under the light, standing next to Lu Mingfei would have looked like black and white Wu Chang had put on modern clothes to seduce people.

"Blame me," Lu Mingfei patted his forehead, "I forgot that you are also an arrogant, extravagant and wealthy young man."

"Although I don't know Chinese very well," Caesar frowned, "but I can still tell that the two adjectives and idioms you used are not good words."

"Don't worry, don't worry," Lu Mingfei waved his hand, "By the way, Brother Caesar, are you here to attend the evening...dinner of the academy and the Solomon Temple on behalf of your family?"

He wanted to say a communication party, which is what Director Akadulla told him at the beginning, but this scene was obviously more like a dinner party or a dance.

"Well," Caesar nodded, "I wonder what those stupid old fogies in the family think."

"You actually agreed?" Lu Mingfei was surprised. In his impression, Caesar was the kind of rebellious young man who would go against the family's orders 180 degrees. If the family asked him to go east, he would go east. Write "North" on the street sign, then throw the pen behind your head and walk towards the west.

"I didn't want to come, but they said that if nothing goes wrong, this meeting with the Solomon Temple will lead to cooperation between the college and the Solomon Temple," Caesar smiled. "If the talks go well, the family will also You can get quite a bit of benefit.”

"It seems that the negotiation is probably going to break down." Lu Mingfei said seriously.

"I'm not going to bring down the entire academy or even the secret party for the sake of my family, and the principal won't allow me to do this." Caesar shook his head, "I'm just prepared to let my family not make a penny from this cooperation. Come on, it’s better to lose a little more.”

"Hiss..." Lu Mingfei took a breath, "Although I, as an outsider, don't seem to have the right position to ask this, I am really curious, Brother Caesar, what has your family done to you to make you hate this? If it were put on someone else, I would believe him if he said he had the hatred of killing his father or taking away his wife."

"There is no revenge for killing my father, but I very much hope that my stallion father will suddenly have a stroke and die on a woman. I can say that I have the hatred for taking away my wife," Caesar shrugged, "and I also have the hatred for killing my mother. "

Lu Mingfei:......

Are the family relationships in your extended family so rough?

Although reason told Lu Mingfei that he should not continue to ask questions at this time, he could no longer restrain his gossip.

Fortunately, the breath moving towards this place outside the Hall of Valor interrupted him.

As the scent approached, Lu Mingfei heard the sound of a luxury car engine approaching from outside.

Caesar looked toward the main entrance. He had a very sharp hearing even if he didn't release the spirit of words.

The leader's black extended-length Rolls-Royce stopped, and the cars behind it stopped one by one.

The door of the Rolls-Royce opened, and a leg wearing black high-heeled shoes stepped out, with smooth bones and graceful curves.

The woman walked out of the car, wearing an evening dress. Her long hair was neatly tied up to reveal her graceful neck. A few simple pieces of jewelry perfectly decorated her beautiful face, which was as beautiful as a goddess statue in the hands of an ancient Greek sculptor.

The waiter got out of the car behind her, staying behind her but not too far forward.

The woman walked into the Hall of Valor, followed by waiters and other men and women in evening gowns, all following her - obviously, she was the leader of the delegation from Solomon's Temple.

There was a subconscious expression of surprise on Caesar's face, not because he was overwhelmed by the beauty of the visitor, but because he was incredible at her age.

Frankly speaking, the woman does not look very young, she is almost thirty years old, and her movements reveal the charm of a mature woman. Considering the anti-aging ability and maintenance ability of the mixed race, it is conservatively estimated that this woman should be in her sixties. Years old.

Sixty years old is not considered young even in a mixed-race society, but compared to the status she displays, this age can simply be described as "frivolous".

Caesar could clearly see that among the people following her, there were several people with gray hair and beards who looked to be over fifty years old, but their actual age should be over eighty years old.

"The guests are here," Angers walked towards Lu Mingfei from the other side, his face full of sincerity, "Mingfei, please try to speak as little as possible later."

"Okay." Lu Mingfei nodded.

Angers walked toward the woman, followed by Caesar and Lu Mingfei, accompanied by Professor Schneider and several other heads of school departments who appeared out of nowhere.

"Mr. Angers," the woman also walked towards Angers, opened her arms and gave Angers a hug without hesitation, and chuckled, "We meet again. Is this a guide of fate?"

"Yes, we meet again," Angers' expression seemed a little embarrassed, "I didn't expect you to be the new grand leader of the Solomon Temple."

Caesar was startled again. He had tried his best to guess the identity of this woman as high as possible, but he did not expect that someone as young as her would be the grand leader of the Solomon Temple.

But why did the principal look at her with a strange expression?

Caesar didn't know that Angers had had an encounter with this woman with mature charm and an appearance like an ancient Greek goddess in France a few years ago, and something even almost happened - of course, it ended up being bad in the end. A little bit, and Angers didn't know her identity at the time.

Meeting in this way on this occasion would inevitably make even an old gangster like Angers a little embarrassed.

Lu Mingfei on the side watched Ange chatting with the woman and hesitated to speak.

The principal asked him to speak as little as possible, so he stopped talking.

Without telling the principal, he suspected that the woman was a pure-blooded dragon in disguise.